David Crane - Turned on twins

"Not at all," he said.

She still hadn't touched his naked dick. Now she cupped one hand over his balls and lifted that heavy sac as if she were weighing it, trying to gauge the magnitude of the creamy load that was lurking inside that hairy bag.

She squeezed gently.

Her other hand slid over and she flicked her fingertip lightly against his cockhead, at the sensitive point where the thick vein spread out into the flaring crown. The contact caused his knob to surge and his stalk to ripple. His eyes narrowed and he began to breathe heavily.

The girl enjoyed his reactions.

She folded her first around the root of his prick and held it steady for a moment, the fat rod soaring from her small hand like a war club.

She pumped him up and down a couple times. His cockhead surged out like the head of a hooded cobra preparing to strike.

She was leaning over his dick, her face only inches above the bulging helmet. Gazing down, Tony could see her face in three-quarter profile. Her features were contorted into a mask of pure depravity. Her blue eyes were narrowed and her sensual lips were parted and the tip of her pink tongue slid along her lower lip. Her golden hair drifted to the side.

That was when he first noticed the little heart-shaped birthmark on her neck.

But he was not interested in birthmarks or means of identifying this lewd twin. Not at the moment. He was interested in her tongue and her mouth.

He placed one big hand gently behind her head.

But she tossed her head, shaking him off. She wanted to guidance from him. She intended to drink his dick in her own good time and was savoring the preliminaries. Tony took his hand away and waited impatiently.

Charity pumped his prick up and down a few times, squeezing his balls with the other hand.

The cleft parted, gaping open.

"Ooooh," she murmured, as she saw a drop of preliminary spunk bubbling moistly in that parted opening.

She glanced up at his face and found him staring intently down at her. She smiled wickedly.

"Would you like to come in my mouth?" she asked.

Tony tried to answer but his vocal cords seemed as tight as his cock. He could only gurgle wordlessly, causing her to giggle. He nodded his head up and down.

"Ummmm? Shall I drink all that thick, hot jism? Shall I swallow your cum, Tony?"

"Unnghh," he croaked.

She pushed her tongue out, so that the pink tip was quivering less than an inch from his cockhead. That big purple slab had begun to smoke.

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," she sighed. Then she began to tongue his knob. Charity used only the tip of her tongue, at first. She fluttered it against his peckerhead, curled it around behind the glans, lapped and laved lovingly all over that swollen wad of tasty meat. She was holding his dick by the root, pulling the skin back tautly so that the knob flared out in a big wedge as her nimble tongue slipped and slid all over the succulent morsel.

She paused from time to time while she savored the meaty flavor of his dickhead on her tastebuds, then, inspired by the delicious taste, began tonguing with even greater vigor, relishing the succulence of his dong.

She was drooling down his rod, saliva glistening as it trickled down the fat stalk and pooled on his balls.

His prick was vibrating like a tuning fork.

He pushed upwards, trying to slip the head into her face; as much as he was enjoying the thorough tonguing she was giving him, he was eager to bury his smoking cock in her hot mouth and fuck her in her sexy blonde head.

Charity fitted her lips to the tip of his cock. She kissed the end, her lips parting slowly around it, then, pushed down. She took his knob into her mouth millimeter by millimeter, her lips slowly opening around the thick lump. Tony was groaning and Charity was sighing with the pleasure of slurping in a mouthful of thundering cockhead.

She pushed down lower, taking the whole knob into her maw, and began to suck steadily on it.

Her checks drew in hollow as she sucked, then pushed out as his expanding cockhead pressed into the soft flesh, first on one side and then on the other.

Her tongue continued to flutter as she sucked, her nimble lips sweeping back and forth against the underside of his knob and sliding up and down the stalk.

"Ummm… yummy…" she sighed, the word muffled on his cock so that he felt it as well as heard it, the moist syllables indented in his steaming meat.

She sucked merrily away on his cockhead for, a few moments, then fell to work in earnest, her head bobbing up and down as if she were ducking for apples in a barrel. She took his knob right back into her throat while her pursed lips slid down the stalk, then slurped fluidly up until only the tip remained in the unpeeled collar of her lips. She repeated the process, going joyfully up and down on his burning stick with rhythmic strokes.

Her tongue was bridged so that his prick was riding over that hot, wet carpet as it ran into her throat. Her cheeks pulled and her lips dragged and her hot breath billowed down his stalk and wafted over his balls.

This girl was a talented cocksucker, no doubt of that, and her skillful work was rapidly bringing Tony towards the crest of sexual sensation.

A drop of spunk oozed from his cockhead and ran onto her tongue in an oily spread.

Charity gasped, then moaned as she felt that savory drop tingle on her tastebuds.

She let it slide around on her tongue, then swallowed it. It burned like fine brandy as it ran down into her belly, making her hungry for more of the fine stuff.

"Come," she whimpered. "Give it to me, Tony… give me all that precious, lovely jism."

Her head flew up and down greedily. Tony began to fuck up into her face, humping his ass up from the seat as he drove his spike right back into her willing throat. As he thrust up, her head descended on his rod. As he sank back, she slurped up his cock, sucking adoringly through every inch of his tasty joystick.

Tony moaned, then gasped.

The heels of his chauffeur boots, drummed against the firewall. His jaws clenched, his fists knotted and his toes curled.

"Gonna… blow…" he gasped. "Yes, yes, yes!" she wailed, ravenous for his hot wad.

Her face slid all the way down and she took the head of his throbbing pecker into her gullet.

Then his balls blew.

Tony cried out with the thrill.

His balls erupted and the hot, thick sap pushed up his tube and came boiling from the tip, filling the girl's cock-starved mouth to overflowing with his burning cream.

Charity gasped as she felt her mouth flood with spunk.

But she never missed a stroke.

His hot geyser had filled to overflowing and quicksilvery cum was pouring from her pursed lips and streaming down his stalk but the greedy girl was gulping down the delicious nectar as fast as she could and sucking for more at the same time. Her head rose and fell, her lips pulled and she slurped every drop of his creamy culmination from his cock and balls in half a dozen mighty eruptions.

Whimpering, Tony, slumped back into the seat.

"Ummm," she sighed, and she continued to go up and down on his dick until she was certain that she had milked out every last drop of cum from his balls.

As her lips pulled away, his knob popped out like a cork from a bottle. His prick was starting to shrink now, deflated by his powerful orgasm. Charity looked wistfully at it. She was the sort of girl that sadly regretted the softening of a dick.

She used her tongue to gather up a few stray droplets of spunk that had escaped her mouth and had come down onto his balls. She licked his knob so clean that it glistened. She licked her creamy lips. Then she delicately wiped her mouth on a lace hanky and put his cock back in his pants and zippered him up.

"Thank you, Tony," she said.